What can I say? I’m not a two weeks a year type of person. Leaving a comfortable ‘bright lights, big city’ life working for the Swoosh to write for cents on the word in a strange surf filled land didn’t seem like a hard decision.

Several weeks before I was born, the video game “Tetris” debuted. That funny Russian gingle playing in the background as blocks drop down at an increasing rate may have been the theme song of my youth (that or the one from Ghostbusters).